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These Must be the Last Two

I'm not that old, 40-something (I think it's 43 but I am often wrong), but there's a generation after mine that's become adults now. I remember a lot of things that they weren't alive for.

When I was younger, there were occasional stories of Japanese soldiers holed up in the woods who did not know the war was ended. You'd think, after 20 years, they'd think to ask. Those stories died out.

Until now.